Past present

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Pitter-pattering of raindrops

Melodically a secret language

Written in emotions and lost dreams

Only my blind soul can truly read

I still miss what I haven’t found

And wear the scars of what I lost

I learned every time I fell downward

Some people never really cared at all

Some pains are always worse than others

Which stems most from those we love

That adage: out of sight, out of mind

Just fruits from, a thoughtless heart

My intense lonely oft speaks silently

But loudest discovering … I’m their obsolete


Poet of the Light © 2021


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